Trailer Tuesday: After Earth

bill bodkin and logan j. fowler get jiggy with it …

Theater, Rent, No Thanks, Undecided?No thanks. Despite the fact that it would be moderately interesting to see Will Smith and his son take on a sci-fi epic, with the name M. Night Shyamalan attached, I’m steering clear. It’s almost disturbing how this man’s name has become Hollywood kryptonite, but any project his name is attached to is (at the point) certified disaster material. That, and what’s up with Will Smith’s accent in the voice over? I don’t know, but I’m not going to risk finding out. –LJF

Theater, Rent, No Thanks, Undecided?No thanks. Will Smith is certified Hollywood gold … but man, this looks like an absolute turd, there’s no two ways about it. This is a film that would’ve worked in ’70s two UK thesps complete with decades of Shakespearean acting to their resume, complete with shaggy hair, thick sideburns and cockney accents while the soundtrack would be sold on vinyl and located on the shelves next to latest Grateful Dead record. Instead we get Big Willie Style and the Karate Kid in the leads with the king of the cliche, M. Night, at the helm. Heck of a downgrade. To be fair, Will Smith can act, he’s a two-time Oscar nominee, but the other two … you can’t really sell me on. And while I may have jokes about the whole ’70s mutton-chopped aspect of the film, let’s face it, how many dystopian futuristic movies have we seen in the last four decades? It’s a tired concept. And M. Night? Let’s all say it together, “What’s the twist going to be?” That’s all he’s really good for these days. This movie isn’t even worth a rent in my eyes. I’d rather re-watch a good Will Smith film any day of the week or even finally sit down with Wild Wild West than check out After Earth. –BB